#Mat Lopez

[browsethestacks]

The Sandman: Book One (Barnes & Noble Variant) (2022)

Art by Bilquis Evely And Mat Lopes

[aurosoul]

working on Lopez’s house… I headcanon him as an art-blocked musician (with Problems™)

[fashionbooksmilano]

Fashion Illustration in New York

Coordinated by Pater Sato

Graphic-sha, Tokyo 1985, 128 pages, 22,5x30cm, ISBN 4-7661-0325-4

euro 80,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

"The flow of fashion illustration in New York since the early 1970's has been vividly alive. Expamples to prove this are: one illustrating category in which elegance is expressed using the traditional and classical technique and various techniques or touches that have been developed along with the changes in fashion sense. Take for example, Art Nouveau to Art Deco which appeared on the cover of the first issue of Vogue, the tendency towards surrealism from the 1930's through the 1940's, or urban and modern illustration in the 1950's. These illustrations sufficiently express their newly-born beauty of the mode. Furthermore, pop-tone and new art expressions are tending to be adopted for illustration."

Antonio Lopez, Jim Howard, Pedro Barrios, J. Crawford, William Rieser, David Croland, George Stavrinos, Kichisaburo Ogawa, Michael Van Horn, Martin Hoffman, Harvey Boyd, Mats Gustavson, Joel Resnicoff, Cathy Barancik, Bob Hiemstra

20/01/24

[randomrichards]

MOVIEPASS, MOVIECRASH:

Black founders ousted

Replaced by wreckless conmen

Ruined beloved app

[wrestlesideblog]

Mijain Lopez left his shoes on the mat, ending his wrestling career after winning his match and becoming a 5-time gold medalist for his country of Cuba. 06-08-24 Paris Olympics

[jayswritings13]

Multi-fandom: Hello Nurse

Summary: After they get injured, you help clean them up.

Included: Robby Keene (Cobra Kai), Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom), Santana Lopez (Glee), and Moana (Disney), April O'Neil (TMNT), Moxxie and Millie (Helluva Boss)

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Robby Keene (Cobra Kai)

"This is gonna sting."

"Do it." You nodded, quickly placing the alcohol soaked rag on Robby's cheek, hesitating when he winced in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Robby tried to grin, but even that couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "You didn't do this."

"I know, but still," You shrugged, "I don't like seeing you like this."

Silence.

"While we're on that subject, who di-"

"It was no one important." He said. "I was training with Mr. LaRusso and Sam."

"Okay," you said, "must've been one tough training for the great Robby to get injured."

"I don't know about 'great'."

"I do." You said, placing a bandaid over the cut on his cheek, "so keep the rough shit for the mat and not training."

Santana Lopez (Glee)

"I told you," Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm fine."

"I'll believe that when you stop bleeding, San." You spat back, pressing the damp towel to her forehead.

"Oh, please," Santana scoffed, "You should see the other guy."

"Stay still. You're dripping all over the floor."

"Good, then maybe that little gremlin will face some consequences."

"What happened?"

"Just a little rumor that needed to be squashed and a huge ego that got brought to size." She shrugged, though you caught the small smirk edging the corner of her lips. "Just the regular stuff."

"And that led to you bleeding."

"I was getting there," Santana said, "Anyway, she didn't take it well and went at me." She paused, grinning, "But, you know me...."

"I do." You laughed, slipping your hand into hers, "I know you pretty well."

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

"Just because you're half ghost, doesn't make you invincible, Danny!"

"Ow!" He grimaced as you tightened your grip on his arm. "Some nurse you are." He grumbled.

"I mean, what the fuck?!" You continued, ignoring his comment and wrapping more gauze around his arm. "Were you trying to get yourself killed? I know that Vlad is your uncle and all-"

"That doesn't mean anything. Things just went too far."

"You got too cocky," You paused, dropping your grip on his arm, "is what I think you meant to say."

"I'm okay, FYI."

"This time, Danny!" You sighed, "This time you are." You dropped his arm, sitting down next to him. "What about next time? Or the time after that?"

"I've gotten myself out of things like these before and I continously will," Danny said, "Or, well, as long as I have you by my side, I will."

"That was so cheesy."

"But, it worked, didn't it?"

"Shut up," you laughed, "and just be more careful."

Moana (Disney)

"Please don't tell my dad," Moana muttered against your shoulder as you helped her over to the sand, helping her sit down.

"Please, right now that's the least of my worries," You said, kneeling in front of her red and swollen ankle. "How do you think that he's not gonna notice this?"

"It's not that noticeable."

"Really?" You scoffed, "You can barely walk on it, Moana. I'm sure that if he doesn't notice, you're mom will."

"Just..." Moana sighed, "Please don't tell him. Please." She gripped your hand, taking your attention off of her ankle. "I don't need another lecture from him."

"You hurt your ankle walking through the village with me this morning."

"What?"

"You're gonna need a cover." You said, "He means well, but I know what you mean."

"Thank you." Moana winced, as you wrapped her ankle.

"Just be careful out there. For me please."

"Of course." Moana smiled, "Now, help me up."

April O'Neil (TMNT)

"It's just a scratch."

"Just a scratch. You're bleeding on my couch, April." You said, handing April a tissue, while you pulled the first aid kit closer to you.

"I'm fine." April said, holding the tissue to her cheek. "It barely gazed me."

"It- Grazed?" You shuttered, shocked. "Were you in the alley fighting with Jones?"

"It's called training."

"I call bullshit." Grabbing gaze and some tape out of the kit, "You know better than to do that shit with Casey. How the hell do you think he got that fucking gap?!"

"Whatever, I totally kicked his ass this time."

"What'd you do? Widen that gap, April?" You laughed.

"Maybe," April winced as you placed an alcohol soaked cloth on her cheek. "Ow! You don't have to press so hard?"

"You don't have to get hurt this hard." You countered, smirking. "Maybe, I should go teach Casey a god damn lesson."

"Too late." April grinned, wincing in pain.

Moxxie & Millie (Helluva Boss)

"Wow, I thought that you said that the hit was 'no big deal'...?"

"It wasn't."

"Bullshit. Why are you both bandaged up?!"

"Well, we- I mean, I sort of-"

"It's not a big deal," Millie shrugged, "We're fine, (Y/N)."

"What if you weren't?!" You exclaimed, "What if you two were seriously fucking hurt and didn't come back?"

"(Y/N)...."

"No, I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna tell me to have more faith and that you too are a team, handling it together." You sighed, "But, that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you two. I mean, you guys literally kill people for a living and seem to have a target on your back from others."

"Not entirely our fault." Millie said, as Moxxie nodded.

"Yeah. Who knew that Blitz had so many people who hated him?" Moxxie said. "And I mean like a shit ton of peo-"

"What I think Moxxie is trying to say is," Millie interrupted, "We'll try to be careful for you."

"Thanks," You smiled, "Now, get over here. Whoever wrapped your wounds did a fucking terrible job." You laughed.

"Hey! It's hard to do it one arm!"

[hexogenic]

defenseless.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: just a lil somethin' while i work on some other stuff. enjoy!

maya lopez x reader ; until you can beat her in a sparring bout, maya's going to keep taking what she wants from you.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, afab language, light degradation, light dubcon, choking, rough sex, semi-public sex, strap-ons.

You’re not restrained, but Maya’s weight is holding you down. Your hands are free, but one of hers is pinning your head to the mats. You can kick your legs, but it won’t do you any good; her knees are pressed outward between your thighs, holding your legs open, and you’re nowhere near as strong as she is.

You’re hers for the taking, but you like that.

And she likes how you go limp beneath her as soon as she ruts against your ass. Says it feels like she’s fucking the fight out of you, taking your power, turning you into something small and breakable and entirely hers.

You can last longer than almost anyone else at the gym against her in the ring, but the second she gets you on your belly it’s all over. It’s primal instinct, you think, to want to bend and offer when you’re down on the mats like that, but Maya doesn’t even give you enough room for it. She’s too busy laying herself across your back, holding your head down, pinning your hips to the ground over and over and over again with each rough thrust of her hips. And you can’t decide whether you love or hate how used and useful you feel beneath her. 

Clothed, unclothed. In the middle of the night or during a busy day. On the mats, in the ring, in the showers, over her bike in the parking lot. However she wants to take you, she does. Whenever she wants to, as often as she wants to…and you can’t stop her.

“Please hurry,” you tell her, dropping your hands into desperately clenched fists as soon as you’ve rushed through the words. 

Maya knows as well as you that there’s a kickboxing class in fifteen minutes and if she doesn’t pick up the pace you’ll be left to clean up whatever mess you make on the floor as the students arrive.

The only response you get is a frustrated exhale and the blunt head of her strap-on cock dragging through your wet slit as she reaches down with her free hand to guide it into your waiting hole. She sinks right in, bottoming out in an instant, like your pussy is sucking her in on its own, and the stretch is so fucking sweet. Her grip shifts from your head to your throat so she can feel any noises you make and so you’re less inclined to fight back because you know how easy it would be for her to steal your breath for good.

You want to look at her but with a hand around your throat and your cheek smushed against the mats there’s no good angle. You  miss her smirk and the little crease that forms between her brows when she’s focused, and you want to watch her eyes darken with desire as she stuffs your pussy full of cock right out in the open at the gym where anyone could walk in and see exactly how much of a pathetic little thing you are for her.

The thought makes you tense up, makes you clench, eyes rolling back in your head at the heavy pressure between your legs as she splits you open with a brutally deep thrust. As soon as the resulting groan rumbles in your chest and spills out of your mouth her hand tightens around your throat, fingers flexing, nails catching against your skin, and you swear you can feel her everywhere. On every inch of your skin, filling you entirely, striking every last nerve in your body like her only goal in life is to set you ablaze. If Maya’s the one lighting the flame, you’re going to let yourself burn every single time.

You’re cursing aloud and you know she’s watching your mouth when she presses up with her fingers and lifts your chin, tilting your head just enough for you to lock eyes for a split second before her gaze wanders down to your parted lips. Being watched has never been your favorite thing, not by a long shot, but Maya makes it palatable. Hell, she makes it pleasurable. Turns the anguish of being perceived into a tingly bliss beneath the weight of her sharp, dark eyes that betray nothing but carnal desire when she looks at you in moments like these. 

You get a hand as close to your chest as you can, which isn’t as close as it should be with your front pressed against the mats, but it’s fine; Maya knows what you mean even as you butcher the simple sign for please.

Before you know it she’s easing back and pulling out and you’re about to start begging her to fill you again because this isn’t what you meant by please, but then her hands are closing around your waist and pulling you back with her, yanking you up onto all fours like a fucking rag doll, like it takes nothing to move you, and Maya’s settling on her knees behind you with a hand splayed across your lower back and the other pawing at your ass. Pulling you open to watch the thick strap slide back into your soft wet hole.

Maya’s ruthless from there. She slaps your ass, scrapes her nails down your back until your skin breaks, fucks herself deep into your leaking cunt until it hurts a little and your muscles go slack to save yourself from the ache, and then she keeps going. Pressing an arch into your spine, dragging your hips back against her brutal thrusts to make sure you feel every fucking inch of her cock stretching you open, keeping you stuffed, filling you like only she can.

By the time you break, gushing onto the mats as Maya pulls out and runs her thumb over the quivering hole she’s left behind, there are barely a few minutes to spare before the gym fills with people. She tugs your pants up and pats the side of your thigh.

“You made a mess,” she tells you with a pointed look, brows raising as you roll over onto your back.

“Your fault.”

Maya hauls you to your feet, smirking faintly as she looks down at you. “It’s my fault that you can’t control your sloppy little cunt? I don’t think so.” She lifts a hand, patting your cheek so firmly it almost feels like a smack, lips spreading into your favorite crooked grin, the one that's charming and lazy and makes you want to drop down and offer yourself to her all over again. “You better clean this up fast if don't want everyone to find out you've been whoring yourself out at the gym."

[mebemilena]

Bodyguard

i'm thinking about stating a series, but i've been thinking about SO MUCH stuff. also, i'm relearning how to use Tumblr.

Last night i had a dream, a woman telling me to write, but she didn't tell me WHAT to write.

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maya lopez x reader

summary: Kingpin hires you to be Maya's bodyguard

--

"A bodyguard?", Maya signs too fast in hopes to dismiss Fisk's order while it's fresh . She doesn't understand why she needs someone to protect her.

"i can take care of myself, uncle.", she insists, but Fisk gives her minimal attention.

"I need you to lay low. We can't get any attention for now.", Kazi translated. He was not entirely happy with the situation.

-

You arrived at the gym ready to show off your abilities. They said you had to be a good fighter, observant and easy to mingle around. Knowing ASL would be a plus so you studied a few sentences and the letters. 

As you got your muscles stretched, warming up your arms and legs, a few guys arrived. You recognized the Tracksuit mafia for their clothes and hid a laugh. It was funny how they seemed more like characters from a 90's TV show than to criminals.

"Y/N", Kazi called you, he was the one who suggested your name for the job. "This is Maya.", he said as he signed, introducing you to the woman beside him. Before he could continue, Maya interrupted him. 

"Do you know her?", she asked him, eyes not leaving you. 

"We're friends.", he replied.

You kept a straight face, somehow trying to show that you had control over your emotions and were a good pick for the job.

Maya and Kazi exchanged looks. 

-

You went up the ring to start the "physical test", as Kazi called. A group of man lined up, ready to attack you and you understood the task in hand. It didn't take long for the first one to kiss the mat.

One by one they ran up to you, violently trying to put you down. One of them went as far as talking to you. "Nice shoes, princess. Wanna dance?", he mocked your bright orange sneakers before lifting you up. Terrible mistake.

Maya watched with thick interest as you put all her man down. Aggressively, violently, though your expression barely changed from a smile to a grin. You were having way too much fun.

"She was a Black Widow.", Kazi explained. 

Maya got up from her seat and went up to the mat. She took her leather jacket and signed to you. You didn't understand it all but you did recognize the word "dinner".

Though you tried, Maya was way too talented. Her kicks were too strong and her aim was flawless. You hit the mat after a few minutes, your nose bleeding.

"Enough.", Kazi followed her orders. "Congrats, you got the job.", he threw you a towel.

After getting cleaned up and socializing a little, you left the gym and met Maya at the parking lot, close to her own motorbike. She handed you a helmet.

"When you said you got a job interview, i didn't think it was to be my bodyguard.", Maya hit your arm.

"I wanted to surprise you.', you replied, winking at her.

Maya rolled her eyes. "As if we didn't spend a lot of time together anyway.", she pulled you by the hem of your jacket, your noses touching. "Sorry for the nose.", she apologised.

"You can always kiss me better.", you signed, wiggling your eyebrows.

You two stayed in your litte bubble for a moment before Maya tapped your shoulder. "Let's go. You own me dinner.", she set her attire. 

"Oh, that's what you said.", you finally understood.

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[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: The Wrestling Turn - Mitch Styles v Bull Lopez (nrwrestling.com)

Today I present to you a match with an abrupt 'turn' when a fighter flips the match sideways and suddenly unleashes that big heel energy.  

Mitch Styles v Bull Lopez (nrwrestling.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

I discovered nrwrestling years ago.  The guys were hot, the action focused on said hot wrestler bodies, and frankly it was the gayest non-gay wrestling studios out there.  One of the main draws for me was the very scripted and exaggerated styles of wrestling.  The guys would essentially take turns trashing each other instead of fighting which honestly was fine by me.  Especially when we're talking about guys like Madman Mitch Styles...

Say what you will but the guy goes balls to the walls in every match.

The Action

In typical fashion, Mitch comes charging the bull like some wild animal.  I love that the scene can't fully contain Mitch and that the cameraperson struggles with trying to capture everything in frame.

I'm sure the direction was like 'pretend to be overpowered' and Mitch was like 'I'll pretend alright...'

Bull Lopez: That's right. You're not so mad anymore are you? 

Bull Lopez: Not such a big man after all?

The Moment 

It's hard to miss where the turn happens.  They do change scenes after all, and our two sweaty fighters reposition things back to where Mitch is the alpha.  It all gives the impression like this was some cosmic fluke with Bull Lopez on top and then the universe righting itself with Mitch dominating in the ring.  

Lopez taking Mitch's lifeless body to the ring ... huge mistake.  Should've left the fight on the mats.  

Mitch: I'm going to break you!

This moment is brought to you by nrwrestling's trade mark abrupt transitions.  Like I said, the whole Bull Lopez 'winning' the fight was really the universe messing with us.  You see the wrestling ring brings out the animal (or the mad man) in a man and to see said man in his element dominating another is clearly worth a moment. 

[theanticool]

What a tournament! Wrestling has consistently been the most entertaining Olympic combat sport and it was really on display in this year. Some really crazy matches in the freestyle portions. Big dramatics.

Japan has really built up that wrestling program. The women came through and did their thing like they always do. Won 4 of the 6 gold medals available in women's freestyle. Despite having their best wrestler get upset in the first round of 50 kg (Yui Susaki). And then they got two bronze medals in the divisions they did not win. Crazy levels of dominance continue for them. But they also won 4 gold medals in the men's divisions, which is a huge shift for them. They had Kenichiro Fumita and Nao Kusaka win gold in Greco-Roman. Then in men's freestyle, they had Kotaro Kiyooka and Rei Higuchi winning gold as well with Daichi Takatani earning silver but beating Team USA cornerstone Kyle Dake in the process. 9 finalists in 18 weight classes. Just crazy.

As for Team USA, it was really a tale of two halves. The women showed up and showed out. Two gold medals for USA women's team with veteran Sarah Hildebrandt avenging her bronze exit in 2020 to win gold here. Another legend of USA wrestling in Helen Maroulis takes home her third Olympic medal, taking a bronze. Plus the coronation of one of the most dominant women in the sport, 20 year old Amit Elor. We also had 20 year old Kennedy Blades make her final to take home silver. The future for the women's wrestling team is extremely bright. I'm just saying, now is the time to enroll your daughter/niece in wrestling.

For the American men though, heartbreak. For the first time since 1968, the men's team did not take home gold. Spencer Lee came up closest, making the final but leaving with a silver medal. Kyle Dake was upset in the semifinals and was forced to settle for another bronze. 4x NCAA champion Aaron Brooks made a great account of himself. Took home bronze after losing his semifinal bout with literally 5 seconds left on the clock. Kyle Snyder and Zain Rutherford came up short in hunts for bronze. Just a really tough year. Team USA will need to regroup heading into the 2028 Olympics in LA.

There were other really big stories too. The biggest, Mijain Lopez getting his record breaking 5x Olympic gold medal for Cuba and cementing himself as the unquestionable GOAT. Just an insane reign of dominance from the Cuban heavyweight. Then leaving his shoes on the mat to signify retire. Just a perfect way to ride off into the sunset. Geno Petriashvili of Georgia, finally getting that Olympic gold on the third shot. For those that don't remember, he came up short in 2020 losing to Gable Steveson at the very last second. Relative unknown Akhmed Tazhudinov continuing to breakout after showing up and dominating in 2023, this time for Bahrain as Russia is banned from Olympic competition. Hassan Yazdani wrestling with the injury heading into the final at 86 kg. Jersey boy Sebastian Rivera getting a bronze medal for Puerto Rico! Taha Akgül retiring after another bronze medal.

Just an amazing tournament overall.

For anyone who may have tuned into amateur wrestling for the first time this year for the Olympics and find themselves becoming a fan, you can follow some of your favs later this year because the non-Olympic world championships are being held in October!

October 28-31, many of the men and women you saw wrestling for a gold medal will be fighting for the right to call themselves a world champion.

Would tell you about amateur boxing but that is a huge mess right now.

[teamchasezwrites]

Scattering of Emotions

Word Count: 2,317

Characters: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: A short look into what Seth Rollins was thinking after Extreme Rules 2019 when Brock Lesner cashed in his Money in the Bank briefcase.

Author’s Note: I wrote this earlier in the year and it’s been up on my A03 since. It’s my first WWE wrestling fic. There is a companion piece I’ll post soon.

Even knowing what was coming, Colby Lopez still felt all the emotions that came with loss. They came swift and they came hard the moment the referee’s hand smacked the mat for the final time. The bell rang signaling defeat.

He had lost.

Seth Rollins was no longer the Universal Champion.

There wasn’t even a moment to soak in any elation at winning the mixed tag match he just wrestled with his girlfriend. There wasn’t even a moment to check on her, laying on the floor outside the ring against the barricade that separated the fans from the action. He knew she would be receiving Baron Corbin’s finishing move, ‘end of days’. She knew it was coming. They had run through the move a few times leading up to the match. He would never step on Becky’s toes, but if he didn’t trust Baron, he would have never let the move happen. Regardless of what Creative wanted. Corbin was one of the safest wrestlers to work with. Though that didn’t mean Becky wasn’t feeling it.

He never got to check on her.

His music barely started signaling the win. The announcer never even announced their names as winners before being interrupted by different music. The crowd had been loud for their win. When Brock Lesner’s music started, it quieted in confusion then roared with understanding. He’d like to say they were louder for his win, but he couldn’t be too sure. He wasn’t sure if they were ecstatic about the person cashing in their Money In The Bank contract or just the fact that an audible had been pulled.

Jesus. He lost.

It still didn’t sit right with him.

It wasn’t unheard of to not know the outcome of a match until the very last minute. He’d been part of a few of those himself. This match wasn’t one he expected to be one with a last minute change. The seed had been planted for many weeks leading up the night. Paul Heyman had been on the mic jawing about Brock cashing in his contract. It was possible. He had the time it took Becky to get to the ring to prepare himself. Becky’s music had hit, there had been time for a quick kiss before she was gone to cheers of the crowd. Then he was being pulled aside. His first emotion was dread. Figuring they were actually going to have both he and Becky lose which meant they’d lose both their belts to their respective counterparts.

Baron Corbin and Lacey Evans as champions didn’t make sense. The storyline wasn’t even that good for the belts to switch hands. Creative traveled lesser paths before, so he couldn’t be too sure.

There was a crippling moment in the split second it all went down where he thought Creative decided it would be a good storyline to have Becky be pinned in the match thus causing him to lose his belt without being involved in the outcome. Then they would want to have them at odds, bickering each week, until a relationship ‘split’ happened on air. He didn’t want to do that. He was absolutely sure Becky didn’t either.

She was the one who had the most reserves about making their relationship public because of the fact their relationship could be used in storyline. Why not? It happened multiple times before. He was slightly more optimistic. After all, they were both champions. There were plenty of storylines that came with the belt alone. There wouldn’t be room to shove them together in a storyline that went nowhere for the sake of capitalizing on their relationship.

He was wrong of course.

What happened wasn’t much better.

But first…

Colby rolled over to his hands and knees staring up the ramp where Brock Lesner stood with the title around his waist. The same title he had taken off ‘The Beast’ some three months ago at WrestleMania. The roaring going through his ears gave way letting the crowd reaction slowly pierce. The Philadelphia crowd was either too stunned or too disgusted. They were a lot quieter than he believed they could be. Philadelphia was always quick to voice their displeasure. He wished they’d revolt and let the boos rain down on the arena. But he knew boos still counted as a win with Creative. So maybe silence was better. Maybe he missed the boos while he was zoned.

Lesner had disappeared behind the curtain without him realizing. He had no idea how long he was frozen in silence. Movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

Becky.

Shit.

He crawled on his hands and knees toward the side of ring where she was stumbling to her feet. A referee handed her the Women’s Championship belt before quickly backing away. Colby could read the confusion in her eyes as she continued to sell the disorientation from Baron’s ‘End Of Days’. He couldn’t imagine what was going through her head laying on the floor listening as Brock’s music hit and hearing him being tossed around the ring.

After all, that’s what happened in matches with Brock. The opponent would get tossed around for a few minutes like a rag doll while Brock hit his finishing moves before finally covering for the pin. He watched it happen all too often and all too often he wondered what Creative was thinking with continuously giving the man a belt.

Becky took an uneven step forward toward the ring. Her belt hit the mat as she grabbed the lower rope. Another time he would have lightly ribbed her on the acting job, but it was then he noticed the goose egg on her forehead.

“Are you okay?” Colby asked, his eyes straying to the bump, already purple. He wondered when that happened. He watched as she nodded and grimaced as she pulled herself up onto the edge of the ring. She held an arm around her midsection. At this point he wasn’t sure anymore if she was hurt, sore, or playing a role. A combination of all three he supposed. Hell, he was all three himself.

Well aware of the cameraman standing next to Becky, filming everything, he held back asking anything more. Likewise, she stayed quiet though the questions in her eyes were loud. Sitting on his hunches, he held onto the middle rope as Becky sat on hers. Her forehead rested against the middle rope. They stared at each other each desperate for more, but still with it enough to remember their roles. Right now he was not Colby Lopez. She was not Rebecca. They were Seth Rollins and Becky Lynch.

Right now he was slightly pissed. Definitely affronted. A little sore. Full of questions.

Why did they take the belt from him tonight? What were they expecting to happen in the weeks leading up to Summer Slam. As it stood, the belt would not be on Raw. Again. The thought left a sour taste in his stomach. Brock held the belt for nearly a year broken up by only a couple months when Roman had it before being forced to relinquish. There were a lot of questions rumbling during his title defense about the fact that the belt was hardly ever defended because the man holding it only showed up for big events.

When he was finally given the nod to take the belt he thought for sure Creative would move away from a part time champion. Apparently that wouldn’t be the case. Once again the belt was around the waist of a no-show guy. He could already guarantee Brock wouldn’t be on Monday Night Raw. Hell, at this point, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be.

He dropped his hands to his knees as he continue to breathe heavily. There was a certain kind of high he was able to attain before his matches that allowed him to block out the pain that was inflicted on his body during any given match. This time though, the high was wearing off. Paired with the fact that he had lost the belt, something he still had yet to wrap his mind around. Normally he had a little more time to settle himself with a title loss.

Why did they wait until the last minute to tell him of the change? Why not tell him at the beginning of the night? There was plenty of time to let him know of the decision. He had the last match. There had only been a small promo with him and Becky they shot. It couldn’t be they were afraid of how he’d react. While he wasn’t a pushover, he definitely fought for himself and storylines and directions that propelled him further to the top. He also toed the corporate line and trusted the creative process and pictures he couldn’t yet see forming. Mostly.

He wasn’t sure why he was having such a time right now. Was he just keeping it real? Keeping it in the story? Was his bell rung from the rough match with Baron? Was it because Becky was involved and ringside?

The grimace in pain from Becky when she rubbed her forehead spurred him into motion. He reached for the rope again. Their movements slightly in sync as Becky moved with him.

“I’m sorry…”

The words slipped out. He wasn’t even sure why he was apologizing. Maybe for the fact that he had no time to argue to absurdity of Brock winning. Maybe for her receiving ‘End of Days’ that may have put the bump on her head.

“I let everyone down. I let everyone down.” He spoke as he climbed to his feet. Becky climbed to hers. The ring ropes still separated them.

“No you didn’t. You didn’t let me down…you saved my title...”

The Irish lilt gave him a slight blanket of comfort. He did save her title. Unleashing a fury like no other on Baron after he hit Becky with his finishing move secured her title. Secured his too.

Until it didn’t.

He stared out into the crowd. The night was over, but no one left their seats. Still in shock at the ending or because he was still in the ring, he wasn’t sure. The fans starting clapping as Becky moved closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. She faced the crowd, leaving her comforting hand in place and pressed her other hand to her forehead.

The bump needed to be checked out by the medical team but he knew she would never leave him out in the ring by himself. He needed to get out of the ring; get out of the spotlight so he could wallow… was he wallowing? Maybe. Becky kept shooting him worried looks. This moment was so much different than the one she expected to be happening. They were supposed to be celebrating in the middle of the ring after their win. They would trade hugs, raise their title belts up high. Hell, maybe he would have kissed her in the middle of the ring.

How many times would he be able to do that? Their storyline was ending. That they knew before heading into the match. Of course heading into the match he figured he’d still be champion. So who knew? He was sure Creative was already coming up with something for him the following night in response to whatever this was.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke to the crowd. The microphone was sure to pick it up for the cameraman still recording them. He wasn’t sure if anyone in the crowd heard. Not even the front row. It would be something they’d watch later on at home or at the hotel on YouTube.

Becky’s hand dropped from his shoulder and it was the grimace that caused him to move. There were no words spoken. It was as if they were one. She just knew it was time to go. They turned away from each other and limped their way across the ring toward the side with the ramp. His muscles protesting the movements. He climbed through the ropes as Becky used the steps to make it down to the floor. He sat on the side of the ring first before hopping to the floor. They met at the end of the ramp and walked up slowly together.

His mind was still in a daze. She was still rubbing her forehead. The crowd cheered them up the ramp, but they paid them no attention; gave them no acknowledgement. It was the only music in the arena. His music didn’t play. Neither did hers. At the top, he came to a stop allowing her to enter through the curtain first before he followed closely behind. The curtain fell behind him, hiding them from view.

Becky turned to face him, her mouth opening to speak but he cut her off warding off questions he was sure to answer at some point that night. The ones he could any way.

“Let’s get that checked out,” Colby nodded toward her head. He reached out and lightly felt around the bump.

Becky winced at Colby’s ministrations, but held steady. “I’m fine. The chair caught me.”

“Are you sure?” Colby let his eyes wander over her body checking the skin exposed by her ring gear. Aside from her forehead, it appeared she came through the match unscathed. When he met her eyes again, he saw the same loaded look she had sent him crouched on the edge of the ring.

“Well I wouldn’t mind a hot shower,” Becky quipped softly.

Colby nodded. This time he took her hand as they left the gorilla and headed deeper into the backstage area toward the locker rooms. He heard his name being called, but he waved them off. At this point, whatever they had to say, he didn’t care.

Tomorrow was a new day.

He’d care then.

[browsethestacks]

Comic - Harley And Ivy Meet Betty And Veronica #05 Cover (2018)

Art by Bilquis Evely And Mat Lopez

[pragerswoman]

Okay i know i know i request a lot! But i genuinely love your work 💙

Is there a way you can do lopez x ja?

With very hardcore kinks and punishments :D

Wax play

Belt spanking

Pushups as punishment

Game

Pairing: Lopez x ja

Warnings: smut, MDNI, nsfw

A/n: heyy thank you so much for the request hope you enjoy ☺️

"You think you can just order me around?" Ja challenged, his eyes flashing with defiance as he met Lopez's steely gaze. They stood in the dimly lit gym, the smell of sweat and rubber mats lingering in the air. The room was empty. Lopez's fingers tightened around the towel slung over his shoulder, his muscles flexing.

"You want to play this game?" Lopez's voice was low and dangerous, a clear warning that Ja had just crossed a line. He stepped closer, his presence looming over him. "Fine. Get on the ground. You're going to do push-ups until I say stop."

Ja's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and excitement as he dropped to her hands and toes, her body tight with tension. he pushed himself up with a grunt, feeling the burn in his arms already. "Is this supposed to make me feel sorry?" he spat out, his breaths quickening with each push-up.

Lopez said nothing, his expression unreadable as he unbuckled his leather belt with a slow, deliberate motion. The sound of it sliding through the loops was like a serpent in the quiet room, sending a shiver down Ja's spine. He didn't dare look up, focusing instead on his task, his breaths coming out in harsh pants as sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Keep going," Lopez ordered, his voice a gruff rumble that made Ja's stomach clench. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

The first crack of the belt against his skin was shockingly loud, the pain sudden and intense. It bit into his flesh, leaving a line of fire in its wake. He gasped, his body jolting with the impact, but he didn't miss a beat, pushing himself back up into the next push-up. Each movement sent a fresh wave of agony through him, but he refused to give Lopez the satisfaction of seeing him wince.

Again, the belt lashed down, this time across his back, the sting even more potent as the sweat on his skin made it more sensitive. The rhythm of the punishment grew quicker, each strike falling harder and more precise than the last. His muscles quivered, but he continued to obey, his anger a white-hot flame burning within him.

With a final, brutal snap of the belt, Lopez stepped back, his chest heaving. "Good," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with something that was almost admiration. "Now, let's see how you handle the next part of your lesson."

Ja's eyes shot up to meet Lopez's, his own filled with a mix of anger and arousal. He watched as the older man stalked over to him, his footsteps heavy and predatory. Without a word, Lopez grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet, pulling him towards the door. His grip was like steel, leaving no room for resistance.

In Lopez's room, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The scent of leather and cologne filled the space, hinting at the dominance that awaited. With a swift movement, Lopez tossed Ja onto the bed, his body bouncing against the soft mattress. Before he could even attempt to sit up, Lopez was on top of him, ripping away the thin fabric of his gym clothes as if they were made of paper. The cool air of the room brushed against his bare skin, sending goosebumps racing across his body.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ja snarled, his fists clenching at his sides. But the fight had gone out of him, replaced by a thrilling mix of fear and desire that made his heart pound in his chest.

"You're going to learn to obey," Lopez said, his voice a low growl as he dragged him across the cold floor of the room. The strength in his arms was surprising, given his age, but Ja knew better than to underestimate him. He felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of what was to come, his body responding despite his rebellious spirit.

With swift, efficient movements, Lopez secured each of Ja's wrists to the sturdy wooden bedposts with a set of leather cuffs, the soft yet firm material biting into his skin. He pulled them tight, ensuring there was no chance of escape. Ja tested the bonds, feeling the wood dig into his skin as he struggled, but they held firm.

"What's the point of this?" he demanded, his voice strained as he stared up at Lopez, who had moved to a small table on the side of the room. The older man's eyes gleamed in the candlelight as he picked up a small, unlit candle and a jar of wax.

"Pain can be... enlightening," Lopez murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. He dipped the candle into the jar, the wax clinging to it in a molten cascade. The scent of vanilla filled the air as he held the candle between them, the flame flickering with the intensity of his gaze. "It teaches you to focus, to submit."

Ja's eyes were glued to the candle, watching as the wax pooled and grew. He could feel his pulse racing, his body betraying his nerves. When the first drop fell from the candle, landing on the sensitive skin of his chest, he couldn't help but gasp. The heat was intense, a stark contrast to the coolness that had settled over his body in the air-conditioned room. It spread like a sunburst, the sensation briefly overwhelming before it cooled and hardened into a glossy shell.

Lopez's hand was steady as he continued to dribble the wax, each drop a calculated move in their dance of dominance and submission. He watched Ja's face closely, the play of emotions written clearly there. The pain was undeniable, but there was something else, something darker and more primal that had taken root in the younger man's gaze. It was a look Lopez knew well, the hunger that came with the thrill of the unknown.

With a knowing smirk, Lopez set the candle down and moved closer, his hand trailing along the taut muscles of Ja's stomach until it reached the waistband of his gym shorts. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, exposing the swollen length of his cock and the tight, untouched expanse of his ass.

"Now, for the real lesson," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise of pain and pleasure intertwined. His fingers slid lower, grazing the soft skin of Ja's inner thighs, sending shivers along his spine. "You're going to learn to take what you're given, whether you like it or not."

The first touch was feather-light, a single digit circling his tight, puckered hole, teasing him until he squirmed. The anticipation was exquisite, his body begging for more even as his mind screamed for Lopez to stop. But there was no mercy in the older man's touch, no respite from the delicious torment he wielded.

With a smug smile, Lopez leaned in, his warm breath fanning against the sensitive skin. He took his time, letting the tension build until it was a tangible force in the air between them. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, flicking against the tight ring of muscle.

Ja's body jolted, a strangled cry escaping his throat as Lopez's tongue delved deeper, exploring the uncharted territory of his body. The sensation was strange, bordering on painful, but there was something undeniably thrilling about the intimate assault. He could feel his cock swelling further, straining against his stomach, begging for relief.

Lopez chuckled darkly, the vibrations of his laughter sending waves of sensation through Ja's body. "Looks like you're enjoying this more than you're letting on," he said, his voice thick with amusement. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a small syringe filled with a clear liquid.

Ja's eyes widened in shock. "What is that?"

"A little something to make sure you're fully... attentive," Lopez said with a wink, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. He held up the syringe, the needle glinting in the candlelight. "It's filled with Viagra. Just a little boost to ensure you're nice and hard for the next part of your lesson."

Ja's heart hammered in his chest as Lopez approached, his gaze locked on the needle. A strange mix of fear and excitement pulsed through his veins, making him feel alive in a way he never had before. He watched, mesmerized, as Lopez gently grasped the base of his cock, his thumb rubbing the sensitive area in slow, deliberate circles. With his other hand, Lopez positioned the needle, the tip poised just above the throbbing vein.

The pinprick was swift and precise, the cold liquid flooding his shaft with an instant surge of heat. Ja's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, his body responding almost violently to the sudden influx. His cock swelled to a painful erection, each heartbeat pulsing through it like a drum. The feeling was intense, bordering on unbearable, and yet he found himself craving more.

Lopez took his time, his eyes never leaving Ja's face as he worked him over with a skill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His thumb circled the base of his cock, keeping the pressure just shy of painful as he began to thrust into him with two lubed fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, the burn of penetration mixing with the sweet agony of his swollen shaft.

Ja's moans grew louder, his hips bucking against the relentless pressure. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He could feel the orgasm building, a storm gathering strength in his belly. It was as if Lopez had taken control of his very soul, and he had no choice but to submit to the tempest that was about to be unleashed.

Lopez watched with a hungry gaze, his own arousal clear in his flushed cheeks and the heavy panting that filled the air. He knew just how to push him, just how to make him beg. His fingers worked in a merciless rhythm, driving into him deeper and harder with each stroke, until Ja's body was a trembling mess of pleasure and pain.

The first orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body arching off the bed as he screamed out Lopez's name. The warmth of his release flooded the space between them, painting Lopez's hand in a sticky mess. But Lopez didn't stop. He kept going, his movements unrelenting, pushing Ja's body to its limits.

Another wave crested, and then another, each more intense than the last. Ja's moans turned to whimpers, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. His muscles quivered and spasmed, his body a canvas of ecstasy painted by Lopez's masterful touch. He was lost in a sea of sensation, unable to do anything but feel.

Lopez's grip tightened on his cock, his other hand delving deeper, pushing him closer to the edge of consciousness. Each stroke sent electric jolts through his body, and with a final, desperate cry, Ja shuddered and came again, his entire body tightening like a bowstring. The release was so powerful that it stole the breath from his lungs, his vision swimming with stars.

And then everything went black.

[marveldcnerdys]

Sentry

Torn between his heroic Sentry side and his villainous Void persona, the Sentry has demonstrated his power time and again. Gaining his powers from a dark version of the Super Soldier Serum, the Sentry was granted powers that were equal to “a million exploding suns”. It is even hinted that Sentry has a connection to divine power, and can manipulate the world on a molecular level.

First joining the team in Dark Avengers #1, Sentry was manipulated into acting as Norman Osborn's ultimate weapon and was finally unleashed in Bendis and Copiel's Siege. Their Sentry destroyed Asgard and tore Ares in two.

Sentry has remained an unpredictable force ever since, helping to push a Celestial off Earth and fighting the Hulk to a standstill in the conclusion of World War Hulk. While in the Dark Avengers, rosted has hosted mutants, super-scientists, and even gods. Sentry remains Marvel's most powerful mortal.

Sentry Attributes

Powers

Chemically Enhanced Physiology — Sentry's superhuman powers and abilities derive from Golden Sentry Serum.

Molecularkinesis — Robert discovered his powers of molecular manipulation, when he confronted Molecular Man, and he transformed him into a liquid, later sentry realized his powers and reverted himself from the liquid, this power is mainly being used to keep his physical form together. [the extent of these powers are still unknown]

Materialization — Sentry could craft and build various things by rearranging molecules by force of will.

Biokinesis

Resurrection — Sentry is able to resurrect himself and to bring the dead back to life under extreme emotional distress.

Retroactive Immortality — Golden Sentry Serum, provides him and void the immunity to aging and immortality.

Regenerative Healing Factor

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Agility

Superhuman Reflexes

Nigh-Invulnerability Self Sustenance

Superhuman Senses

Flight

Teleportation

Energy absorption and Manipulation

Power Sharing

Photokinesis

Light Projection

Invisibility

Umbrakinesis

Psionic Abilities

Weaknesses

Antimatter — Sentry has (Dark Avengers version of DC's Superman) the power to manipulate molecules, In Adam: The Legend of Blue Marvel #1 by Kevin Grevioux, Mat Broome, John Rauch, Sean Parsons, Alvaro Lopez, and Dave Lanphear, the comic opens with a massive battle occurring between the Avengers and Anti-Man. When Sentry, Marvel's most powerful hero, tries to stop Anti-Man, the villain somehow takes him down. Anti-Man is about to kill the Avengers before his powers dissolve him out of battle.

Psychic Assault — The Sentry has a fragile and is vulnerable to mental manipulation. In Doctor Strange (2015) #383 by Published on December 20, 2017, WriterDonny Cates PencillerGabriel Hernandez WaltaCover Artist Mike Del Mundo. When Dr. Strange tried to convince him that the Sentry wasn't real and that it was an illusion, stating that “he was always too powerful for this type of magic”.

The Negative Zone — In ANNIHILATION — SCOURGE OMEGA (2019) #1 by Matthew Rosenberg and Manuel Garcia when Sentry is inside the negative zone, his powers, and health gradually deteriorate the longer he stays inside this zone.

Lack of Control — Sentry doesn't seem to have complete control over all his powers.

[easthavenhq]

EAST HAVEN'S 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT: THE WIND STORM

With the 1 year anniversary of East Haven's opening, we have decided to have an event that centers around a wind storm that is blowing it's way through town, inciting chaos where ever it goes. The event will start on January 5th at 12pm (noon) and end on January 15th at 12am (midnight). No new starters should be posted after January 10th.

You were placed into groups that are listed below. You will be expected to write with at least one character in that group that you normally do not write with. You are still free to do other threads with others in the group, but are required to at least one.

Participation for this event will be mandatory. Acceptances and checks will be held as usual. Reminder: Injuries need to be in by January 3rd*. You can find the form here. Details of this will be posted on the 5th.

Characters and locations are listed under the cut and will be updated with acceptances & unfollows. Please use the tag easthavenevent007.

East Haven Memorial - Maple Hills

Stevie Wagner - Kayla Johnny Wagner - K Sunny Hussan - Jennie River Jackson - Star Sarah Ruiz - El Gale Peterson - Nadine Callum Jackson - Madison Alec Kincade - Justin Aubrey Miller - Lital Wesley Levitt - K

City Hall - Downtown

Nate Clairmont - Kayla Brody Evans - Jackie Aarin Duskin - K Chantel Bedford - Katelyn Ann-Marie Seigert - Jennie Maggie Sommers - Kayla Mallory Sinclair - K Verity Wagner - Mat Max Diax - Star Isabella Castro - JimJam Andrew Jackson - Nadine

Willow Springs Apartments - Downtown

Ashi Hussan - Kayla Emre Ediz - K Orion Blakely - Justin Jude Sanchez-Khalid - Star Amerie Chen - Mat Dana Allen-Lopez - K Apollo Williams - Desi Riley Day - Marie Celine Ediz - Gigi Beyza Senkan - Kayla

Heywood University - Downtown

Liliana Santos-Blake - Nadine Cami Quintana-Lopez - Marie Cristian Hernandez - Dix Asher Spring - Kae Wyatt Wheeler - K Prue Cassidy - Kayla Marcus Reyes - K Alex Fontenelle - Madison Frederick Sullivan - Star Genevieve Hernandez - Beki

Fire Department - Downtown

Connor Bowen - K Penelope Ruiz - Nadine Benjamin Jackson - Justin Harlow Hanlon - S Eddie Castro - Kayla Ari Seong-Paterson - Katelyn Keely Seigert - Desi Brady Levitt - Jennie Roman Rhodes - G Javier Rivera - Dix Renee Thompson - K

Mount Aston Lodge - Mount Aston

Josiah Huddington - Katelyn Neena Wagner - Gigi Dilara Baysal - K Malik Farouk - Jackie Travis Jackson - Kayla Samuel Bradford - S Cameron Hatcher - Dix Mason Paterson - K Josh Pryce - Nadine Diego Castro - Star

Gas n Go - Sutherland Park

Shane Marshall - Jay Alice Cheung - K Bridget Levitt - Kayla James Morrison - Sam Quentin Levitt - Nadine Hunter Renner - Star Bee Bowen - El Estella Harris - Lital Julieta Alvarez - K Alliannah Vaughn - Katelyn

Animal House Shelter - Maple Hills

Evren Osman - Katelyn Morgan Fontenelle - K Alaric Farrow - S Lance Browne - Justin Roberta Rhodes - Kayla Gavin Gunther - Jackie Chanse Ainsworth - Kae Chloe Austin - Madison Mateo Torres - K Isla Ricci - Mat

South Pines - Primrose Heights

Abraham Wilson - K Julian Heywood - Nadine Luciana Medina - Kayla Owen Bentley - Star Ricky Thompson - Jennie Luna Morales - Lital Simon Heywood - Marie Matt Wheeler - Kayla Valentina Delgado - K Rohan Belton-Stone - Justin

Old Maple Way - Maple Hills

Dean Walker - Dix Nicole Peterson - Kayla Haven Sinclair - Katelyn Oliver Hensley - JimJam Aster Moon - G Hazal Senkan - K Kanyon Webb - Jackie Aindreis Blythe - Marie Yasmin Ansari - K Sydney Heywood - Gigi Demir Ediz - Lisa

Tequila Cowboy - Sutherland Park

Donovan Morgan - Star Marcel Vaughn - Mat Amayah Fontenelle - Nadine Abel Morgan - K Teagan Weatherford - Katelyn Jaslene Clairmont - K Maverick Bennett - Dix Sofia Carmichael - Kayla Romeo Clark - Jackie Graham Winters - JimJam

Maple Hills Mall - Maple Hills

Parker Campbell - K Xia Huang-Clark - Kayla Viktor Pierce - Dix Lenny Clairmont - K Nancy Lee - Kayla Nora Sinclair - Beki Tyler Day - Star Summer Cassidy - El Ali Webster - Sam Daniel Kwon - Nadine Harrison Lee - Jennie

Moose Lodge Rentals - Primrose Heights

Nick Wagner - Kayla Eli Browne - K Vivek Virani - Jackie Charlie Davis - Star Waverly Erickson - Em Cael Montgomery - Nadine Adem Sahir - Madison Jeremy Lieberman - Kayla Jo Spring - Marie Logan Walker - K

*We did change this so we could have time to talk to and plan these injuries.

[harmoniouspixels]

The Lopez Family Home: 4 Crystal Lane

Creation Notes:

As alluded to previously, this house has a bit of 2021 flair to it! See, despite having downloaded houses with attached garages back in the day, and seeing them everywhere within the community, I never attempted one myself. I'd like to thank Sims YouTuber, Tea Addict, for her tutorial. It was surprisingly easy to do! Can't believe I procrastinated learning this for so long.

With this house in particular, though it is a bit of a common practice across my builds, is that I reused the hallway bathroom floor plans. It's easier that way.

I was a bit of a loss for how to decorate the interior, so I just did my best. Jorge has a workout mat that should be functional, and I figured Isabella would be into dance, so I gave her a small practice area. Overall too I envision that the Lopez's have had a bit of success before coming here, hence their slightly more upscale look compared to the Baker's home, for example.